Words over Knitting

You Knit
quietly.
I tell you what is
wrong.
You rock back in
forth in your recliner/rocker.
You never look at me.
You really can not see anyway.
Looking straight ahead,
you continue to knit.
I am talking for what seems
like hours, babbling.
I start to cry.
All I want, I say...
all I want is for..
I trail off, crying.
I am unable to finish
my sentence.
You put your needles
and yarn down.
You look at me.
Like you can see.
I almost believe that
you might be able to see me.
You say strong and loud.
Honey, you are looking
what everyone is looking for.
You want someone to see you.
To See the real You.
I nod my head as I cry.
Yes.
Is all I can get out.
You start to Laugh.
I start to Laugh.
That is what we do.
Its like nothing you have
ever heard.
Sweet, Pure..laughter.
Guess what? my Mother
says to me.
What? I respond.
I am blind and I see you.
I See YOU.
Only a dumb ass could not
see you.
You are the wind
that takes your breath
away.
The Flower that catches
your eye and you have
to get closer to see
if it is real.
You are beauty.
You are strength.
Most of all
You are seen.
The world sees you.
She picks up her knitting.
Starts again.
Can you see momma?
I can see 2 things.
You, my daughter and
My son. Does anything
else matter?
I love you momma.
I smile.
What color is the scarf
I am knitting?
What color do you see? I ask.
Yellow. Your color.